CRANKY: ♪ And did those feet in ancient time ♪
♪ Walk upon England's mountains green? ♪
♪ And was the holy Lamb of God ♪
♪ On England's pleasant pastures seen? ♪
♪ And did the Countenance Divine ♪
♪ Shine forth upon our clouded hills? ♪
♪ And was Jerusalem builded here ♪
♪ Among these dark Satanic Mills? ♪
♪ Bring me my bow of burning gold... ♪
-[ Door closes ] -Eva.
Not quite.
CORINNE: What are you doing here?
They're Quentin's last reports?
Yeah.
-Where's Eva? -CORINNE: I don't know.
I've been waiting here for hours.
[ Dramatic music playing ]
[ Theme music playing ]
Okay, just...
just tell me.
Are these as damaging as you seem to think they are?
Look, I don't understand them either,
but Quentin seemed to think that they would bring down Eden
and Menzies if they got out.
What I think they prove is that the atomic clouds travel.
It's radiation, being blown all over the country.
Okay.
Have you seriously been kidding yourself all this time?
You don't know about the legs.
Do you?
[ Door opens ]
-What the -- -Tell me about the legs, Lewis.
Just calm down, will you?
Corinne says you've been hacking legs off dead soldiers.
Oh, those legs.
It's -- It's simply science, Leo.
They're already dead. It's nothing improper.
I thought the science was about bombs, not legs.
Leo, the science is about the troops.
The bombs are a-a necessary part of the experiment.
There will inevitably be nuclear war, Leo, so we need to prepare.
Every contingency must be thought through.
So if we were to drop a 5 kiloton payload on Moscow,
how long would we have to wait before we could send
in a thousand-strong force?
Assuming we wanted the force to have a 40% survival rate.
You know, that sort of thing.
I don't know anything about that sort of thing.
LEWIS: We're testing the troops
under a variety of combative nuclear scenarios.
How close can they be positioned near a blast
to survive radiation poisoning?
Or not? Or for how long?
Or what are our losses going to be?
What's the damage to the tanks, the armor, the water supply?
Flora and fauna.
Think about it, man.
How contaminated is the grass the cows feed on?
How affected is the food chain? Milk? Meat?
The problem is, we haven't had a nuclear war yet,
so we have no experience.
Therefore, by definition, testing is required.
Not just of the bombs themselves
but all elements and assets, hence the cutting off of legs.
You are cutting off legs, then?
Off the dead.
Those who've died from cancer or radiation poisoning.
It's vital information.
-It will save lives. -I see.
And if they're dead soldiers, they can't object.
Well, exactly.
And don't worry, it's not just soldiers.
Civilians of all ages.
This is a cradle-to-grave operation.
-Babies? -Yes, the younger the better.
A baby's leg yields much more information
than a 50-year-old's.
The cells --
[ Mid-tempo music playing ]
I have to get these to Eva.
What?
I think we need insurance.
You -- You can't type any faster?
Leo, I'm a nurse, not a secretary.
You may not be aware, but the training's a little different.
I know that men think that all women
should be nurses and typists
but the truth is, you can probably type faster than I can.
-I can't type. -That is my point.
Where's the M?
-Oh, for God's sake. -Yeah.
[ Dramatic music playing ]
[ Sneezing ]
Pardon me.
Must be the dust or sand or...
I don't know.
Oh, Christ.
[ Speaking Russian ]
Apart from my tutor, Mr. Shepilov,
you're the only person I've ever spoken Russian to.
I know it doesn't technically qualify
but it is the most beautiful romance language.
And it's lonely just doing monologues.
Where are we going?
To the weather lab.
Why?
I need a favor.
I need you to type some copies of some documents.
Now?
Yeah.
Are they secret documents?
Yes, as a matter of fact, they are.
Top secret?
Super-duper top secret, as it happens.
Wow.
If I do a good job, can we change our name
to Carmichael-Smith?
Maybe Carmichael-Fitzhound.
Fitzhound? What? No.
So what do I get out of this?
The thanks of a grateful nation.
[ Keys clacking ]
Are you going to tell Mum about this?
I wasn't planning to.
I'll get you a new bike.
There we go. Deal.
-It's not enough. -It never is.
All I've ever wanted was a double-barreled name.
LEO: Since five hours ago!
Well, that's not too much to ask.
-See? -LEO: Okay, I'm not talking
about changing the bloody name anymore.
Just concentrate. This is important.
Maybe when you grow up and you start writing books,
then you can become Emma Carmichael-Fitzhound.
Of course, a nom de plume!
There you go.
[ Dramatic music playing ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Knock on door ]
BAXTER: Cable for you, sir.
It can wait!
Please, kindly bugger off!
BAXTER: Yes, I just thought you should know.
The Home Office.
They need to speak to you.
They've booked a call.
Sir, it's from London.
Hey.
WILCOX: It is from London?
The Home Office? Whitehall?
The Home Secretary himself?
BAXTER: Well, not personally, sir. From his office.
The Permanent Secretary of his department.
-He mentioned the Royal Tour. -The what?
The Queen or Duke of Edinburgh, either or both,
I don't think it's been decided, is or are coming
to open the Melbourne Olympics, and there's a discussion
about whether they should come here to see a test.
Here? The Queen?
I don't know any details, sir.
The Queen may be coming here?
Good God, man.
Well, we have to...
God! Oh, this is progress.
This is what the Empire is all about.
The Queen!
I understand nothing has been confirmed,
but you must understand that I am the Home Secretary's
and the Palace's point of contact for this tour,
not the Prime Minister.
Needn't bother him.
Actually, a wonderful coincidence.
The Home Secretary's niece is working here at Maralinga
as we speak.
Meteorologist.
I'm sorry?
But that's impossible. She's here.
Eva.
Definitely his niece.
Oh, must be my mistake.
I say.
Thank you.
[ Suspenseful music playing ]
[ Groans ]
[ Engine sputtering ]
Come on.
Fuck.
Fuck!
[ Bird calls ]
[ Mid-tempo music playing ]
Boy, you can really type.
I can do a lot of things, Leo.
I think I have a good brain.
I know you do.
That's how I know you're in trouble.
You're in trouble, right?
I just want to know you're safe. You know?
We've all lost a lot of sleep worrying about you.
Especially Harry.
That's not really fair of you.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Clears throat ]
It actually might be better if you hung onto this for a bit.
It's a secret, of course.
Just hide them somewhere.
Don't even tell me where they are.
Will it make you safer?
I hope it will make everyone safer.
Goodnight, Em.
Good morning, Leo.
Thank you.
Happy birthday.
[ Groans ]
Oh, bloody hell.
[ Suspenseful music playing ]
[ Indistinct conversation ]
So we're just going to wait
for the bomb to explode, are we, or...
MURPHY: Leo, journos are getting antsy, mate.
-We've almost run out of booze. -LEO: Just make sure
they're on the platform when the bloody thing goes off.
Tell me, have either of you seen
Doctor Lloyd-George this morning?
Jesus, no.
Well, she's gotta be around here somewhere, doesn't she?
Right, well, ask around.
If you can't find her in half an hour, you know what to do.
That took a while, whatever it was.
You ready to come home?
You must have moved on by now.
Haven't you?
No, Leo.
You've moved on.
I haven't.
I'm still at home with the gate and the dog and whatever it was.
You left as my loving husband in '42
and you came back a stranger in '46.
I can take the past, Leo.
I can -- I can process France, whatever it was,
the little I understand of it.
But I'm terrified about the present.
We have two beautiful children.
We should do what's right for them.
You know, they are our future.
The war is your past.
Past? Look at where we are now, Lor.
This is my present.
Right here in this camp, which was created to see
how efficiently we can kill a lot of people.
This is still war.
We're killing people here as we speak.
In the present tense.
[ Somber music playing ]
[ Sighs ]
War it is, then.
Hey! Dally!
Dally!
DALGLEISH: What the hell happened to you, Jonesy?
I hit a rock, and this bugger bucked.
I got thrown clear.
DALGLEISH: Sweet mother Mary.
You must have been going at quite a fucking clip.
I mean, what...
what were you chasing?
There's a rapist on the base, Dally.
He attacked a girl last night.
Who was he, Jones?
He was wearing a balaclava.
I couldn't see.
[ Suspenseful music playing ]
[ Music stops ]
So, been having a rough old time of it, eh, chappy?
[ Chuckles ]
Been a bit of a day, sir.
Adventures aplenty out here, I dare say.
In the dunes.
I dare say, sir.
Hello, Phil.
Have we met?
As you can see, we've been shot.
And Lydia's dead.
Who the hell's Lydia?
£500.
Okay, okay, just...
Okay, you can't technically link me to any of this --
What the hell are you doing?
YVONNE: We call it insurance.
I never travel without it.
£500.
Do we have a yes?
It's only going to go in one direction, Phil.
Okay, this is Carmichael's fault.
It's...
It's a misunderstanding.
Maladministration,
and -- and I-I promise a full, independent inquiry.
MOLLY: I called you.
I was pissed, I admit it.
But the next thing I know, an ASIO agent comes to my door
and tries to kill me.
If -- If that happened, it had nothing to do with me, Molly.
Okay, I'm a -- I'm a Cabinet Minister.
ASIO tape and listen to all my calls,
so it's up to them,
so, you know, I'm -- I'm -- I'm blameless!
-YVONNE: No, you're not. -Yes!
-Yes, I am. -You have 24 hours to pay up.
Or we're coming back with a rusty scalpel.
Not kidding, Phil. They have them here.
[ Groans ]
Get out!
I'll tell you when you can come back!
Get out! And shut the bloody door!
RUBY: What are you doing here, Orange?
DALGLEISH: The engine has to cool down, Ruby. It's okay.
RUBY: I still don't understand what you're doing here.
So the clouds are here for war?
DALGLEISH: Yes, they're for war.
RUBY: War with us, why?
DALGLEISH: No. No, no, no.
She thinks we're at war with them, sir.
Oh, my God, no.
Not at all, I assure you.
Then why are you here?
DALGLEISH: To make sure we win the next war.
And the one after that.
[ Knock on door ]
-Who is it? -WILCOX: Dick Wilcox.
Are you alone, Major?
No, sir.
WILCOX: Then will you please join me outside.
Of course, sir. One second.
That woman who claims to be a Lloyd-George
cannot be a Lloyd-George.
I've just checked with "Who's Who."
Neither Gwilyn Lloyd-George nor his wife have siblings.
There are no nieces or nephews.
Why wasn't she vetted?
How did no one knows this? Did you not know this?
No, sir, I did not.
She looks and sounds so plausible,
and she seemed to know the General.
The Queen may be coming here, Carmichael.
This woman is obviously a spy.
Doubtless Communist. Deal with it.
In what way, sir?
Do I have to make all the decisions?
Forgive me, sir, would you be so kind as to clarify
what you mean by "deal with it"?
-Arrest? Garrotte? -Don't be flip with me, Major!
Not my intention, sir, just seeking clarification.
I've sent for ASIO agents to arrest whomever this woman is
and accompany her to Adelaide.
Might we not want to establish who she actually is
before we arrest her and send her to Adelaide, sir?
I've seen you two together.
Has she been trying to recruit you, Major?
Let me remind you that you work exclusively for me.
Do your job.
Put her under house arrest.
She's persona non grata.
We are going to give the press a series of lovely photographs
taken with your lovely family
on this lovely day here in Maralinga.
Then we're going to give them a spectacle.
A nuclear explosion.
After that, we're placing a Communist traitor
on her plane to Adelaide in full sight of the media.
Today, we run the political fucking gamut!
[ Knock on door ]
I told you to fucking wait outside!
Phil, Phil, it's me!
LACHLAN: Dick, thank God you're here. Come in --
We've got a big problem with Carmichael.
Hey -- What the hell!
Phil! What -- What is it?
Not the hookers again.
What is this? You're a sick man.
For Christ's sake, just help me pick them up.
Jesus Christ, Phil.
I'm the Attorney General.
They're here, Dick, in the hospital.
The hookers.
Please, can you make them go away?
[ Humming ]
SAM: Nice winds.
Did nobody else hear that?
SAM: Hear what?
The winds?
Probably.
I only speak to you.
Why me?
SAM: Because you're a General, you idiot.
You can tell the troops what to do.
EVA: Plane.
[ Panting ]
Jesus, if that's not a sign.
You know it's me.
Why are you scared?
I didn't expect you to look quite like that.
Good God.
I like to think so.
It is you, isn't it?
But you're dying.
You can't die.
SAM: I'm tired.
I'm basically just a caretaker now, anyway.
I'm asleep, General.
Time for you?
Or time for me?
Probably both of us.
I don't want us to fight anymore.
Nor do I. But...
But fighting is in man's nature, is it not?
No. You invented it.
Did we really? Oh, I see.
You're responsible for the good and not the evil, is that it?
Oh, it's all my bloody fault, isn't it?
Can't you just be responsible for yourselves?
You're not children.
I gave you free will.
Big mistake.
How did ASIO know where we were, Leo?
Lenny was in trouble.
He traded you for a deal with ASIO.
Lenny?
Really?
Lenny's dead, too, if that's of any comfort.
Very cold comfort, Leo.
Alright then.
If Phil doesn't pay up, we cut off his dick.
I don't -- I don't think that that's a good idea, Mol.
If not him, then who, Leo?
Whose ASIO dick can I cut off?
And you know I'm not fucking around.
Carmen and Lydia are dead, for Christ's sakes.
They tried to knock me off twice.
If you don't give me another ASIO dick to cut off,
it will be Phil's.
[ Exhales sharply ]
LEO: Attorney. [ Clears throat ]
-Is she under house arrest? -LEO: We can't find her, sir.
You can't find her?
She's a Red spy in a British nuclear facility!
Can we have a quiet word please, sir?
I'm not sure how much longer I can keep my voice down, Major.
Did you order ASIO to murder three prostitutes
-who'd been here at Maralinga? -Don't be absurd.
I think you did, to cover things up for Lachlan.
There are photos of him with one of the girls,
and I think you've seen them.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Lachlan panicked, right? He asked you for help.
You made a call to ASIO.
That's what happened, isn't it?
Leo, let's just calm down, shall we?
I presume these three were among the girls
you were having flown in.
So there's a personal connection.
It must be very distressing.
Now calm down.
They're only hookers.
There are security issues, Leo.
Why would you have innocent young women killed for Lachlan?
That piece of shit?
There are so many reasons to kill in this world.
I think a couple of them are okay.
But there is no reason for these girls to die for him.
So I'm proposing a deal.
-I have insurance. -I don't understand.
Eva, for want of another name,
came here to steal some documents about the weather.
-The atomic clouds. -What about them?
LEO: They documents prove they travel,
spraying all that bipartisan democratic radiation
all over the country.
Nonsense! I've seen the reports.
You've been duped.
The clouds don't travel.
-It's a scientific fact. -They do travel, Dick.
And by the way, should something happen to the girls, or me,
or my family,
everyone who's living under those clouds will also know.
The woman has these documents?
Yes.
Do we have a deal?
Of course we have a deal.
[ Suspenseful music playing ]
-Corporal Baxter. -Major Cartwright.
-Major Martin. -Welcome.
This way.
Sir.
-Hmm? -Sir, did you hear me?
I'm sorry, Dally, what did you say?
Sir, it's really now time to take you two back
to what we laughingly refer to as civilization.
CRANKY: Take him. I'm staying.
We've been through this, sir.
-Have we really, Dally? -Mm-hmm.
Excellent. Then I won't have to rehash my arguments.
-Chappy? -No, I'm staying too.
There, you see?
I can't leave you out here, sir.
I am your Commanding Officer.
I have issued an order.
I require a salute.
I shall have to inform Leo, sir.
Oh, very well, then, inform him if you must.
He works for me, after all.
Off you go, then. Inform your tits off.
[ Mid-tempo music playing ]
BAXTER: Quarters, gentlemen.
Oh, God.
So good to see you.
-Hello. -Hello.
So what brings you here?
Well, as you know, we work for the government.
HARRY: Our Dad's a hero.
Yes, he's quite the hero.
Are you here to have your photo taken with him?
Everyone wants his photo taken with him now.
-Ah, we have things to do. -Yeah. Might --
There might be an opportunity for a photograph.
We're so proud, and we love him so much.
Right.
We should go freshen up.
We'll tell Dad you're here. I'm sure he'd love to see you.
Uh-huh. Okay.
Don't --
Goodbye.
[ Scoffs ]
I can't take much more of that little girl.
-She's brutal. -Yeah.
-Guess who's here? -LORRAINE: Who?
The -- The ASIO agents.
They're freshening up.
Okay, the plane's probably waiting for you now.
Baxter, the bags. Come on, let's go.
Yes, sir.
Well...
See you, champion.
Okay, come on.
See you soon, okay?
-You got 'em? -EMMA: Yeah, they're safe.
[ Somber music playing ]
Safe trip.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
EVA: It was Jones.
What was Jones?
He abducted me and was going to rape and murder me.
But I killed him first.
Jones?
Corinne has shown me Quentin's last report.
Is it real?
[ Chuckles ]
I don't know.
These seem perfectly authentic.
They make sense.
Sort of thing he'd write.
-Is this all you have? -That's everything.
This will change things, I promise.
[ Dramatic music playing ]
What I'm about to tell you goes no further than this room.
Major Carmichael will be delivering to you a Red spy.
The thing is, it's possible he may be Red, too.
He's attempted to blackmail me.
Deal with them both.
There's also some documents about the weather
that need to be located as a matter of urgency.
There's also two prostitutes in the hospital.
They're part of the blackmail.
They need to be accommodated as well.
CARTWRIGHT: I'll do the women, you do Carmichael.
Are you sure he was alright?
I mean, seriously.
I thought he was very clear.
I thought he was pissed.
And he told us to kill four people.
That's what I took from that.
You're sure he was clear?
I think he was very clear.
Christ.
Something bad's about to happen.
I feel it too.
Look after the little ones.
Haven't I always?
No, you have not.
[ Dramatic music playing ]
-[ Grunts ] -[ Screaming ]
Vonnie, what the fucking hell?
-Vonnie! -Vonne, no!
Vonnie!
Aah!
Stop, for God's sake!
Can you take care of her?
LACHLAN: Please!
Guards!
Get me out of here!
I'm a Cabinet Minister!
Oh, mother--
[ Groans ]
[ Whimpering ]
LEO: Do I need to kill you, Dick?
I'd really rather not, but I obviously can't trust you.
Well, I-I can't trust you,
so it makes life somewhat difficult.
Can we stick to our deal, please?
-Just don't kill the girl. -She's a spy!
I don't have a choice!
Alright, I-I-I won't kill her, I-I promise.
I-I won't kill her.
I promise. I won't.
Okay.
[ Screaming ]
Sorry about that.
Can't get you straight to Adelaide.
You'll need to stay with us for a couple of days.
Now, to be clear, you're going to resign this evening
in front of the press for personal reasons.
If you don't resign this evening,
you may be stuck here in this hospital for a very long time.
Just remember, these are my people, Dick.
And there a million ways to die in this place,
and almost all of them are slow.
[ Whimpering ]
Did you make a copy of Quentin's last report?
The idea occurred to me,
but neither Corinne nor I can type.
Okay.
-Did you make a copy? -And what if I had?
Would it be a problem?
Would it foil your master plan?
I assume you have other identities.
Mm-hmm. I do, which I shall reveal to you over time.
But Eva was my favorite, may she rest in peace.
The big lies are the best, aren't they?
People tend not to question the really big lie.
[ Knock on door ]
It's about --
Oh, I beg your pardon, Doctor.
-It's about Cranky. -[ Sighs ]
What do you mean?
DALGLEISH: I mean the General is infatuated with country, Leo.
Neither Jones nor Cranky'll come back.
-Thought you should know -- -Jones?
-Jones is there? -DALGLEISH: Aye.
LEO: Dally, Jones is the rapist.
[ Chuckles ]
Jones is not...
[ Suspenseful music playing ]
[ Music stops ]
You know, Myer, I think we're going to make it.
So do I, Williams.
You know, you've really pulled your weight.
Thank you, Williams.
My Papa would have been quite blindsided by you, Myer.
He's a Member of the Lords.
"Never, ever trust a Jew," he always said.
Drilled it into me.
Not that he's an anti-Semite.
My mother was parachuted into France
and fought for the Resistance for 18 months.
The Gestapo captured and tortured her.
Vicissitudes of life, eh?
Vicissitudes of life?
You think my mother being tortured by the Gestapo
is a-a vicissitude of life, do you?
You!
FILM NARRATOR: Out here in the desert,
18 hours a day, these men slave in the heat and sand
to help build a nuclear defense for Britain,
Australia, indeed the entire Empire.
But as of today, it is a defense that could not be more necessary
as Soviet troops invade Hungary's capital, Budapest.
The orders have brutally crushed the Hungarian people's
cries for freedom from Communist tyranny.
Get those bombs in Maralinga ready, boys.
They are needed.
OFFICER: Confirm Operation Buffalo.
Green ignition capacity.
[ Suspenseful music playing ]
Beautiful, isn't it?
JONES: It is, sir.
Off for a walk?
Mind if I join you?
Ah, just...
having a bit of a think, actually, sir.
-Family. -Ah.
Wouldn't mind some solo time.
CRANKY: Righto.
[ Dramatic music playing ]
OFFICER: Do we have Green Ignition
capacity confirmed, Sigma?
Confirmation pending.
Ignition sequence commenced.
This time.
What are you doing, sir?
You know perfectly well what I'm doing.
Go on back to the others.
I'm going for a walk.
You're really not a well man. You know that, sir?
Well enough to know a sick man when I see one.
I'm as cognizant of my dementia as you are
ignorant of your perversion.
If you take one more step towards that girl,
I will thrash you to within an inch of your life.
[ Vehicle approaches ]
[ Door opens, closes ]
Ever the 18th-century aristocrat, hmm?
In love with the sound of your own voice.
-You ever killed anyone? -I have.
No, you haven't.
You're a bloody coward.
[ Groans ]
[ Gunshot ]
-Are you alright, sir? -Oh, I think so.
Just -- Just give me a moment.
Just lie back and breathe, sir.
-No. -He's okay, he's okay.
Just close your eyes for a few moments, sir.
I will tell you one thing.
If you've come to take me back, I'll have none of it.
Where's the copy, Leo?
Where's the copy?
I'm running out of time.
What's your real name?
Eva...
as it happens.
Former husband working for Khruschchev?
No.
Daughter?
Yes.
I know you made a copy, Leo.
It has to be back at the camp.
Let's go back and get it and then we can go away.
To London.
My people are getting very anxious.
They don't want the world finding out about this.
I believe in our Empire.
What's so wrong with that?
Seriously, after all you know about this place?
It's just politics, Leo.
No, it isn't.
Don't make me hurt you.
I really don't want to hurt you.
Then don't.
OFFICER: 10...
9...
8...
7...
[ Dramatic music playing ]
[ Gunshot ]
EVA: Leo.
Leo.
[ Crying ]
[ Somber music playing ]
I'm so sorry.
FILM NARRATOR: Mourning and celebration today
as Major Leo Carmichael, hero of Maralinga
and victim of a savage Communist assassination,
is laid to rest in Adelaide.
He's survived by his wife and two children.
Whilst in Canberra, the Prime Minister has announced
that the surviving victim of the attempted Red coup
in Maralinga, former Attorney General and military hero
Richard Wilcox, will take up the post
as the Queen's representative in Australia, the Governor General.
He only had four words on news of his appointment.
God save the Queen!
[ Newsreel fanfare plays ]
[ Somber music playing ]
[ Knock on door ]
-HUGH: I reckon we're screwed. -ALAN: Government?
Well, if we went ahead and published,
we'd have to tell them or I'll be arrested.
It's a big security matter.
They'd D-notice it for sure.
It's a bloody good story, though.
Yeah, and it'd be the end of Menzies.
It's a great story, we just can't publish it.
Sorry, girls, it's not for us.
Nothing we can use, girls.
Good luck.
EDITOR: Hey, Emma, is it?
Yes, and Corinne.
Where did you get this?
EMMA: My dad.
What does your dad do?
He was at Maralinga.
[ Somber music playing ]
[ Theme music playing ]